new poem
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The bird of wisdom came to me once more, drunk on the flesh of the saints, and cawed on the shoulder of Babalon. With all of the gentleness she could muster she said, “be thou beyond wisdom.” I sat at the altar, alone and full of sorrow, pleading for her grace to take me onward. Then,… Read more
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A terrible light came upon the water and every reflection caught its fire. And a shame rose from the deep. As a great laughter bellowed, “Imago Dei, Imago Dei.” For the voice could see my vanity and the pride I tried to hide. Laughing, it spoke again, “Look and you shall see.” And my eyes… Read more
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Faith is what matters most, Paul says, removing the Crownfrom the poor mans Head. Faith alone will give you the perks, you can forget about all that supposed “Good Work.” Believe in the man and not in the teaching, you don’t have to do that which you’re seeking. Just follow my lead and spread the… Read more
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I am a learning-thing. Unpetaling flowers in late spring. Breaking my beak open for a love that isn’t coming. Drunk on the greedy need. Cawing nightlong into the blue-black hollow of absence. Sipping on the scarlet azaleas. Pulling twine from the floorboards of fusty rooms left to dust. Moon-faced on wishing. Your magpie-eyes only gaze wantingly at bursts of… Read more
